Perhaps one of the most exciting moments about travelling is the night before. You sit there checking you have passports and visa’s, that you’ve packed enough clothes, shoes and toiletries all the while your head is screaming at you that in less than 12 hrs youll be on a plane, going somewhere you’ve never been before.
Time almost feels heavy, like something you want to offload, to go away, but it just keeps ticking at its own pace. Sleep doesn’t come easily, your head filling with images of all the beautiful places youll see, adventures youll have, friends youll met and experiences to remember for the rest of your life.
That’s how my trip started. With anticipation and the thrill of new discoveries. Saying goodbye to a tearful mum (of course), I boarded the plane bound for London.
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About 25 painful and cramped hours later, I had arrived in London. We had 5hrs to kill before our next flight to Munich, so what did we do?
Wheeled our suitcases straight out of the airport and down to Maccas. Yep, we were in London for the first time in our lives and we chose to go to maccas…
To be fair, we didn’t have much time and Maccas was close.
After scoffing down a cheeseburger meal, we all logged into Facebook to check in. It sounds sad that we were starting a great adventure and the first thing we did was use Facebook to check in, but I think that’s the reality of our generation. Were able to connect with friends and family so easily and so effortless, it seems stupid not to use it. Instead of having the same chat with each and every friend about where we were, what we were doing, when we were leaving, how the flight was, what movies did we watch, are we all still getting along and so on, checking in let everyone know what we were upto, and to be honest we just wanted them to know that while they were working hard, or studying at uni we were in London having a great time. Great friends huh…
madeleinecurby 